Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.